She muddles through the days
In old worn pajamas
Her bed head
Tousled and squeezed
into messy ponytails
Scheduled days
Becoming unscheduled chaos
The kind that comes calling
And crying for mama
But with night comes the quiet
Only lullabies sing sweet hymns
As she sits rocking a baby
into sleepy dreams
Dizzied by the day,
Her soul rests
Allowing her to hear
The still small whisper
She craves

Linking up with Kate Motaung today for Five Minute Friday. It’s a writing “flash mob” of sorts, and here are the rules: Get your thoughts together. Then write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking. You can post in the comments on the Five Minute Friday Facebook page, Kate’s blog or link up there with a post from your own blog. Then check out the post before yours, and leave a comment.

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  1. Hi Claresa, I’m visiting from the FMF link-up. Love your post. Sweet words from a sweet mama! We give up the order for the chaos of raising little ones…but the high calling is so worth every minute!
    Gay Idle/CaptiveHeart

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